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...could go anywhere in the world tomorrow, where would you go and why? -R.D. McClenagan, Greenville, S.C.I'd find a little green corner of England with a river running through it and a tree to sit under, and I'd just sit there for the afternoon with a book and a pillow...
...image of the 1980s was Jack Nicklaus' victory in 1986, when he took the unusual step of choosing his son to carry his bag, rather than a professional caddy. An indelible memory of Woods' victory in 1997 was the bear hug he gave his waiting father behind the 18th green. And, of course, at the award ceremony, the winner is not given a trophy but instead is presented with a green jacket by the previous year's champion - more a rite of initiation than an accolade. (Even at Augusta, however, there are limits to the old-fashioned quaintness: the jacket...
...loss to the No. 18 Pepperdine Waves (14-4) on March 27 and its 5-2 defeat at the hands of the No. 16 Fresno State Bulldogs (10-6) on Saturday. “We have a much higher confidence,” Harvard coach Traci Green said. “It always feels great to take matches off a high level program.”In the first match of the break, the Crimson couldn’t get things rolling against the San Diego State Aztecs (7-9, 0-2 Mountain West) and fell 6-1 on March...
...realized how suspended things seemed there, even amid the “happy mayhem.” New Orleans is a nocturnal city, and in the bright sunshine the carnival-like setting gave way to pressing heat and gridlocked traffic. A month after Mardi Gras, glistening strands of gold, green, and purple beads still dangled from trees and telephone wires, and lay broken in the streets. Middle-aged men nursed their drinks in quiet bars, and shop owners idled in empty gallerias waiting for customers. Somebody may have been sitting in City Hall, but inertia governed. In this atmosphere, action...
...ibis do not disappoint. In the day's last light, pack after pack of ibis fly in from the west, swoop in low over the sun-brightened water, alighting on an island of mangrove trees - one of eight or so roosting spots in the swamp - flecking the green-leaved trees with a crimson so bright it looks artificial. Their arrival is met with throaty gasps and the click of camera shutters...